Little T is now big enough and strong enough to use our own purple turtle sandbox. We had about half a bag of sand from our previous failed attempt at sandbox before Little T. The failure involved no cover and cats. The reader can guess why.

We put the sand in the sandbox. The kids immediately climbed inside and started playing. Never mind they kept scraping the bottom of the sandbox. We had a hard time persuading them to leave to get more sand.

Yesterday no sand. Yesterday and today I called several stores. "Not the right season" they tell me. Why do stores around here act like the bay area has seasons?

Finally after waiting on the phone for 10 minutes, Home Despot says they have sand. Lots of sand. Joy. I call C and tell him. He says "it's not exactly on my way home." I tell him my travails.

It's a strange metaphor for my life. Getting more sand seems like it should be so easy, but it becomes strangely hard. Still the kids are satisfied with the little sand we already have. Little T played in the sandbox again this morning.